Yesterday morning I got the bug to fix my living room windows. I had nearly all the other windows in this house replaced when I moved in three years ago, but the living room has lovely old wood moldings and the windows have that old glass with bubbles and waves in it, and vinyl windows would have looked terrible. So they stayed the way they were — old, double-hung, and permanently shut and gummed up with caulk.
Until yesterday. Yesterday I decided they needed to open. Despite the last six weeks of snow and rain, I have a hunch it’s going to be a very hot summer and the stuck windows have been a real drag the past couple of years. So I started in on them with a chisel and a hammer and rather quickly I got to the end of my knowledge about windows.
So I called my local window place — the one that put in all those insulated windows for me a couple of years ago. They sent a couple of guys over in the afternoon and they looked at the windows and it was clear that it was really the sort of job they didn’t want to do — it wasn’t very big. So they jimmied open the windows for me, pulled the trim off and showed me how to sand the windows and the sashes and put it all back together. And then they measured for screens and measured the glass in the back door window that’s been broken for … well, almost 2 years (I left the wrong set of keys when I went out of town and Bob and Robin had to break the window to make sure Patsy Cat hadnt’ expired). This morning they dropped the screens off — nice, new, modern screens — not those old, grotty, oh-so-dirty screens that were in the shed. I am now sitting in my ventilated living room, enjoying the morning breeze and looking through the clean new screens. Ah.